Ladies of untrue filial ingratitude

I doubt if you are genuine to the crown

Your love thrown to a villain's attitude

The old king sees now that love speaks then clown

Words. For ladies who plucks respected beard

And poison for love is what thou see'st

A daughter who calls love silent is heard

But who dare throws own self to the tempest?

The tool that united you against your blood

Stained and splited you ‘gainst your selves

You shall never be reborn in this world

If you are you should not be your selves

Women of route less heartlessness who turn

Milk of humanity to demonic buns